Beth was exhausted. Working long shifts at the coffee shop was hard enough without adding leery customers to the mix, but she had spent most of her day dodging being smacked or groped on the ass by any Tom, Dick or Harry that felt like it. Sighing heavily she pulled the hair tie from her wavy brunette hair, running a hand through it to loosen the knots that had built up over the long day. She was ready to take a long hot shower and enjoy a very rare three day break from work.
Her apartment was, as always, in darkness when she entered it and dropped her keys in the bowl by the door before shrugging off her jacket and hanging it on the hook. It was a familiar routine by now, Beth had lived here for almost five years. Five years of a temporary job for income whilst she worked on her music. Five years of a pokey studio apartment that she hated. Five years of getting frustratingly nowhere with her music no matter how hard she worked.
Beth was fed up with her life, and the little bit of happiness she did have; a perky redhead with impossibly blue eyes named Cleo; had ghosted her after four months of dating. She didn't understand why Cleo had just stopped messaging her, stopped returning her calls a week ago. Beth would normally have fought harder to keep someone as special as Cleo in her life but lately she was too tired to bother with someone that would treat her like that.
She walked past her bathroom (the only other room in her apartment) and dumped her bag on her bed. Beth hated that she missed Cleo this much. She had just upped and ghosted her like the last four months meant nothing, but here Beth was wondering what she was doing and if she was thinking of her too. Of course she wasn't, that's why she ghosted her. And right after Beth had told her she loved her. All she had to do was say she didn't feel like that about her, let her down easy, not just completely ignore her.
Beth was pulled from her thoughts a hand roughly pulling her head back, scalp burning as fear flared in her chest. She went to cry out but as her mouth opened a damp clump of fabric was shoved into it, causing her to gag on its sour taste and yet oddly familiar taste. What the fuck was happening?
Beth was shoved hard and fell onto her bed face down, feeling the weight of the imposter on top of her as they straddled her hips and pulled her arms sharply behind her back, cold metal tightening around her wrists painfully as Beth struggled furiously. She went to try and spit out the fabric that had been forced into her mouth, but a ball gag was quickly forced into place, pushing the fabric further in and against her tongue, Beth gagging again as she was unable to escape the taste that filled her mouth and made her heave.
She wriggled and writhed under the person on top of her, hands pinned behind her back, screams for help almost entirely smothered by the items roughly forced into her mouth. She was desperate to get away from whatever it was that was happening to her, from the imposter in her home. There was a cruel chuckle from above her as their hand found its way back into her hair and pulling it back sharply, hot breathe tickling the terrified woman's ear.
"Are you enjoying the taste of my panties bitch?" A female voice hissed in her ear, Beth still struggling as her heart bounded in her chest, disgust creasing her features as she realised what the taste in her mouth was, "I came in them, waiting for you, thinking of all the things I'm going to do to you that you're not going to be able to stop."
The string of expletives that Beth screamed at the woman on top of her was lost in all but tone behind the foul but affective silencing measures. The weight on top of her lifted as she was flipped onto her back, finally seeing the face of the woman that had been waiting for her. She glowered at the tall blonde, green eyes burning into her as the smirk on her face betrayed some of the cruelty in her mind. Beth tried to bring her legs up to kick her way out of this situation, but the woman quickly caught her flailing legs and quickly fastening a zip tie around her ankles. Beth grunted as the tight plastic cut into her skin, determined not to let this woman get away with what she was doing to her. She didn't know who she was or what exactly what she was going to do to her, but Beth was not about to lie down and take it. She had picked the wrong woman to ambush in her apartment if she was expecting a timid and frightened woman that wouldn't fight back.
"She told me you were feisty... she wasn't wrong." The blonde raised an eyebrow, cruel chuckle sending icy dread down Beth's spine.
The blonde watched Beth writhe furiously underneath her, amused as Beth glared and tried yet again to scream for help in the vain hope that the thin walls of her apartment would finally work in her favour. Shaking her head, the blonde grabbed hold the white button up shirt that Beth was wearing and ripping it open, buttons flying everywhere as she reached into the back pocket of her tight pants and pulling out a pair of sharp scissors. Beth's eyes widened in fear as she struggled harder and more desperately as the sharp blades came towards her. Why was this happening to her? Who on earth had sent this twisted woman to her?
"I always inspect my new property before I take it back with me." The blonde's smirk and calm tone was far more terrifying than any kind of fury that she may have had in this scenario. It was chilling to think that anyone could treat this scenario in such a calm way.
"FUUU OUU!" Although Beth's mouth was full of her assaulter's soaked panties and a ball gag to keep them in place the two words that she yelled at the woman weren't that hard to figure out. Beth wasn't anyone's 'property', who the fuck did this woman think she was?
"I'll be doing plenty of that, don't you worry." She grinned malevolently, "Now hold still or I'm going to end up nicking this pretty porcelain skin of yours. Unless you're into that?"
Beth's breathe hitched in her throat as she felt the cold metal of the scissor blades slide slowly and torturously along her stomach, her struggling ceasing momentarily as she tried to make sure she wasn't impaled on the sharp tool. She hated that she was complying with what this woman had asked her to do, but Beth had no desire to end up dead right now. She'd survive simply to spite this bitch.
The scissors snipped through the fabric connecting the cuffs of Beth's bra, the implement discarded before the imposter pulled the lace away from Beth's perky C cups, grinning as she roughly grouped at them, Beth's struggling commencing once more as she tried to get away from the careless and violating touch of the woman straddling her. She had to get out of this, Beth had to get away from her.
"Oh these will do nicely." The blonde mused, pinching Beth's nipples and tugging at them a little as Beth's back arched against the pain, "I have lots of plans for these tits."
Panic was making Beth's eyes wild as her assaulter dipped her head and used her tongue to tease her now tender left nipple. She wanted her to get off her, she wanted to scream the place down until someone came to help her, she wanted to give her a fighting chance to get out of this. But instead all she could do was writhe helplessly with her hands pinned behind her and her ankles chaffing painfully.
Beth cried out as the woman's teeth sank into the tender skin of her breast, the cry lost to her tormentor (not that she would have cared anyway). She lifted her head and admired the teeth marks that she had left.
"Look at you wearing a mark of mine already." She practically purred, "I can't wait to give you a more permanent reminder of who you belong to."
